Creation creates a void
My hand held to the glare of this burnt impasse
Yours

Necessarily on the other side of some sickly metaxis

You're caught in stasis

Matched with mine
Quantify time with meter and rhyme
To calculate a way to prove that you are alive.


Isolated, trapped between
A picture of you now stained on the street

Oh mother
Teach me how to die.


In your shadow I saw to a distant future
Your life was only a nominal fee.
Singing the sound of silence, signaling the end.

They took your life, mother, as a pretense to pretend.

The hand that feeds us sat you down

Covered my eyes
Trusted the style
Retraced the timeline to call it suicide.


Will you wait for me


Death was the chorus
Our lives framed in frame
Softly we sing notes better sung by our dead

I'd rather sleep and see you soon than die alone in the waste of this nuclear catastrophe.

We were made to create

You spoke us out of nothing
Out of the chaos we've caused
Naked we came, shadows we leave.


Salt of the Earth
Preserve their songs.

Light of the World
Burn out the shadows.


Infinite echoes of stifled screams
The abyss you created will ever stare back into me.